The key word is 'feel,' for some there is never enough. As someone noted above, a meaningless but highly emphatic conversation with our granddaughter - last one it seems - all smiles, halting chuckles, and more jabbering. Happiness is often meaningless. We are already rich in material things, a long life of journeys would be added riches, anyone drive the Cali coast, Nova Scotia, PEI, backroads of Mississippi, walk Paris where Camus wrote, wander through Thomas Wolfe's home, scat mosquitoes on the Eastern shore, drive Wyoming's Rt212 - There riches lie, along with grandchildren who grow too quickly.
"The materialistic and selfish quality of contemporary life is not inherent in the human condition. Much of what appears natural today dates from the 1980s: the obsession with wealth creation, the cult of privatization and the private sector, the growing disparities of rich and poor. And above all, the rhetoric which accompanies these: uncritical admiration for unfettered markets, disdain for the public sector, the delusion of endless growth." Tony Judt 'Ill Fares the Land'
"The materialistic and selfish quality of contemporary life is not inherent in the human condition. Much of what appears natural today dates from the 1980s: the obsession with wealth creation, the cult of privatization and the private sector, the growing disparities of rich and poor. And above all, the rhetoric which accompanies these: uncritical admiration for unfettered markets, disdain for the public sector, the delusion of endless growth." Tony Judt 'Ill Fares the Land'
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